The richest man Yang Fei

However, he really missed her!

Yang Fei cast his eyes out of the window.

In July, the sun is shining, the clouds are steaming and the clouds are steaming.

A touch of melancholy slowly flooded into Yang Fei's heart.

This prodigal son in love, this winner in life, at this moment, only misses one person.

However, Yi Ren is far away.

Yang Fei dialed her phone, but the phone was already turned off.

The same goes for Chen Shaohua.

It seems that they really left.

In this stock war, not only the Gao family suffered heavy losses, but the Chen family also suffered a lot.

The two families fought for the sake of emotions, but neither of them won.

There was a knock on the door.

Yang Fei's thoughts were interrupted.

He withdrew his gaze and replied calmly: "Come in!"

"Brother Yang Fei!" Jiang Xiaojia ran in cheerfully, as beautiful as a butterfly.

She has bright eyes and white teeth, skin that is as white as snow, and a smile like a flower. She is wearing a dress, and her slender legs are as clean as jade.

"Xiao Jia is here!" Yang Fei's mood improved a lot in an instant.

Jiang Xiaojia has grown up, she is slender and tall, and she is a big girl.

But every time she saw Yang Fei, especially after a long absence, she would throw herself into his arms and hug him tightly.

Today, she does the same.

Before Yang Fei could react, the warm and fragrant nephrite was already in his arms.

A burst of fragrance penetrated into the nose.

"Cough!" Feeling her soft body, Yang Fei couldn't help saying, "Xiao Jia, you've grown up, so hugging like this is not good."

"What's wrong? I want to hug! Don't you want me?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Then give me a hug!"

"Okay, hug!" Yang Fei smiled helplessly.

"Chu Xiu, come in!" Jiang Xiaojia let go of Yang Fei and greeted outside.

"Is Chu Xiu here too?"

"Come on, I asked her to come to your company to play together. She's just outside!"

While speaking, Chu Xiu appeared timidly at the door.

She poked her probe first, smiled shyly, and then shrank back.

"Xiuxiu, come in." Yang Fei walked to the door and said with a smile, "What are you doing? Don't you recognize me?"

Only then did Chu Xiu walk in with small steps, and shouted in a low voice, "Brother Yang Fei, hello."

"Okay! Have you met your dad?"

"Well, I just came over from there!"

"Come on, sit down and talk."

Jiang Xiaojia giggled, sat on Yang Fei's boss chair, tapped her toes, twirled around twice, and said with a smile, "Chu Xiu, look, do I look like a domineering president?"

Chu Xiu pursed her lips and smiled, without saying a word, she gently sat down on the reception sofa next to her, her waist straightened, her eyes not squinting.

Jiang Xiaojia was not as restrained as she was. He opened the drawer for a while to read, picked up Yang Fei's pen for a few strokes, and then turned around to flip through the books on the shelf.

"Going to school in the provincial capital, are you still used to it?" Yang Fei asked Chu Xiu.

"Fortunately."

"What about learning? Can you keep up?"

"Fortunately."

"Is there any difficulty?"

"No."

After Chu Xiu answered three questions, she was already in a cold sweat from embarrassment. Her ten fingers were rubbing the hem of her clothes, and they were about to be rubbed into balls.

It was rare for Yang Fei to see her once, and he wanted to chat more, but seeing her like this, he could only smile and said, "What would you like to drink? Tea? Coffee? Red wine?"

"Ah! I don't drink."

"Then coffee?"

"Oh."

Chen Mo came in just in time, and said with a smile: "These two girls are really a pair of beauties! One is lively and lovely, the other is dignified and elegant, both beautiful and beautiful!"

Yang Fei smiled and said: "How old are they? Can they be called beautiful?"

Chen Mo said: "In ancient times, girls were married very early! They are so old, they are already considered adults."

Yang Fei made coffee and served it to Chu Xiu.

Chu Xiu got up to pick it up. She was a little cautious, but also a little flustered. She stretched out her hand and accidentally touched the coffee cup in Yang Fei's hand.

All the coffee was poured out, spilling all over Yang Fei's body.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Chu Xiu became even more flustered and at a loss what to do.

Chen Mo came over, pulled out a tissue, and helped Yang Fei clean up his clothes.

Yang Fei said to the embarrassed Chu Xiu: "It's okay, you can drink this cup, and I'll make another cup."